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{Well, I have now walked home from Ardsley Square... Usually I would have gotten the 5, but whoever his driver was was a moron & left me. I could understand that 6 got us there a little late, but 5's idiot SAW me waving like a lunatic at him, even bloody waved back, but nope. & I tried chasing after him but that guy's a leadfoot.

I uh... Got in trouble with 13 one morning, but a different driver then Grandpa. Figured I'd go with Jimmy like I did that one time and get 41 at the transcenter, Every morning either in front or behind us, there's a 13 bus. & we both go in lane C. I KNOW THIS. But when Jimmy dropped me off a while ago, 41 was already leaving & I was panicking... I uh...Sorta almost ran in front of the 13 behind us when he was trying to come in... Like I stopped myself & went back so he could go but... Bad writer! Ironically I got him later when I was heading for Ossining. him & 701 same from the morning}

Voyager picked up on just a hint of moaning from the hall. "Yeah, that was probably the liver guy. Been here for a week." He started listening harder and thought he heard... a woman's voice? "What'cha worried about? Sounds like a lady." Voyager wasn't too worried about people coming back, but the sheer desperation in Orrin's plea drowned out any argument about peanut butter. "Alright alright, we're going. Sheesh, Ya'd think there's a bear at the back door or somethin'. " The Plymouth revved it's engine, popped into drive, and headed off for adventure... Or he would have, but truthfully Voyager had a manual transmission; and with everything else going on, he could only handle the clutch. "Oops... Uh... Do me a favor please, see the long stick from the floor? Could you just move it left once, then forward a bit? "

(That sort of driver, I will never understand... I know that they can get in trouble for being late and all, but it's even worse for people getting late for work and school, having to wait for the next bus! And especially when you check the time to see that they were even a few minutes early, and stilled ditched you... -A-

My mother still finds it hilarious how I would run to catch the bus on most mornings during school. Because she always imagined me running straight into the side of the bus when it stopped, for some strange reason. xD)

Lady...? Those were the worst! Apart from doctors, of course. But of course, now he was more worried about that bear... "Th-then we should t-t-take a-no-nother d-door...", he mumbled, dead serious. "Mmm...?" Orrin looked up, then down on the floor. There was a stickish thing, alright. Tumbling over to the front seat, the zombie took a closer look. Yes, this is definitely a stick, he thought to himself with a slight nod. He glared at it for a while, trying to remember which way would be left. He drew a blank. But Orrin figured, that it had to be one of two ways, so how wrong could he really be? Of course, he was about as wrong as he could have been, going for right instead.

{Meh. I'm not entirely sure if it was the usual driver, so I couldn't really yell at him xD Ouch, that wouldn't be good. Or better yet, the door's lined up and open so you run for the bus & end up inside sitting on the driver xD /Is bad/}


Voyager couldn't help cracking up about Orrin's suggestion; and the green man had been serious too. "What? That ain't what I meant, not litterally -" But the Plymouth was cut off from explaining when Orrin got the shifting wrong, putting it in Second instead of First. There was a loud, upsetting gnashing sound of the gears grinding as Voyager swore in pain and his engine stalled. "Ow ow ow ow OW...Wrong one..."